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It all happens so fast, I barely even have time to register him throwing the dresser next to him clear across the room before he's coming at me like a bull. His anger is so potent that I seriously wonder if he's going to fuck me to death, or simply make me beg him not to kill me right before he does.
Too bad for him, I won't be begging...I'll be enjoying every second of him putting me out of my misery.
He grabs me by my shoulders and shakes me. “Listen to me and listen good. Be a bitch all you want, because we both know you're fucking great at it...but do not ever fucking lie straight to my face again. Do you hear me?”
“I'm not lying.”
His grip tightens so hard I flinch. “Atticus isn't your boyfriend.”
“Yes he—”
He laughs menacingly. “No he isn't. One, because his name wasn't even Atticus to begin with. And two, because he's dead.”
He takes a step back, looking like he's trying his hardest to restrain himself. “And the only kind of sex he was pla
I open my mouth to inquire if that's the real reason I'm here—because of everything he just told me, but he turns around and heads for the door and my anger with him brews again.
“Guess I misjudged the both of you then, huh, Mr. DeLuca? Tell me, how many men did you murder in cold blood in that basement earlier? How many lives did you take while they begged and pleaded with you not to? And exactly how long did it take you to turn into the exact replica of the man you once despised?”
“Lou-Lou,” he grinds out, low and deadly.
“What, Mr. DeLuca? What else do you need from me? Want me to bend over and take it like a good girl like I did for him so many times I lost count after he conducted his business? Or do you want me to drop down to my knees and suck your dick right down to the balls so I can show you how grateful I am that you saved me from another monster last night? Because if that's the case? Don't fucking plan on my participation...because it's not happening. Unless you're so far gone now that you'll take something from me that I'm no longer willing to give you.”
“I told you a long time ago that I would never do that to you, Lou-Lou and I meant it.” His voice drops to a whisper. “You're not a prisoner here. Seeing as you're no longer disoriented and you're back to your regular charming self, you're allowed to walk around the mansion. I'll make sure you have whatever you need and want. There's plenty of shit for you to do to keep yourself occupied...as long as it's not outside.”
“I don't—”
He bangs his fist into the door frame. “And take that goddamn uniform off like I told you to.”
“No.”
“Lou-Lou—”
“Where's Emilio, Ricardo?” I ask, effectively cutting him off.
His back is turned, but I can see the muscles in his neck and shoulders tense. “Not here.”
An alarming, spine-tingling feeling shoots through me. “Why?”
“Because he...because he hurt you,” he whispers before he slams the door behind him.